There are people over there.

Over the years, there has been a feeling lingering in my heart. I often think of the place where Haiyuan's hometown lived in his early years, the mountains there, the water there and the people there. I always want to go back and see that land. On a sunny day, I finally set foot on the road where to go.

The animal husbandry point is located in the depths of a mountain surrounded by sparsely populated mountains 30 miles north of the farm. The distance is not too far, but the ravine is deep and the road is rugged. It takes more than an hour to get there. This place is called the third eye well.

In the morning, led by Lao Li, Master Xu and me, a group of four people set off. The purpose of this trip is to arrange the demolition of an abandoned house at the animal husbandry point.

Driving on a bumpy mountain road overlooking Shan Ye, the scenery in front of me touched my heart. I was so excited that I began to wander in the mountains. Picking up a long-cherished wish many years ago, I lamented that time flies, years change, mountains and rivers remain the same, and everything is so fast. On the loess plateau, the mountains are undulating, the gullies are lingering, and the cliffs are exposed and winding. The mountain is still that mountain, and the road is still that way; It is still so clear, so empty, so lonely, so natural; Desolate and lonely, quiet and elegant, eternal.

In midsummer, Shan Ye is lush and quiet, and the mountain breeze slightly smells of weeds and loess. There are shepherds' sheep grazing leisurely in the mountain stream; The whip whistle sounded occasionally, and the sheep began to bleat, and a group of sparrows circled in the mountains; Suddenly, a croak chicken flew up from the thorns and disappeared into the grass; A weasel poked around the hole, slightly alert, and suddenly disappeared. Malanhua, Achnatherum splendens, Euphorbia fischeriana, Cynanchum komarovii and Petunia hybrida, which grow in ravines, are swaying in the wind, competing to bloom, and some are lingering and enchanting.

Bypassing the ridge and driving into the depths of the mountain, I saw the mountain road I walked in my early years, which lingered for a long time and slowly extended. This situation is so far away and so long. The mountain road is long, the pit is deep and the slope is steep This is the image of the mountain, and it is also the charm of the mountain. If mountaineering is a kind of spiritual touch, wandering in the mountains is a kind of self-transcendence. The vast sea of people has been rushing around for many years, only to understand that secularism is a rare leisure. The mountains are tall, majestic, vast and deep, far from the hustle and bustle of secularism, and they can better understand a relief from the mountains.

Everyone has a hometown, a home and a kind of waiting, just like I have a special liking for mountains. I love mountains and admire their vastness and grandeur. I am a mountain, which ties my roots and carries my voyage. In my early years, I walked out from here. In my deep affection for the mountains, there are people who have left their homes for the mountains. Every time I think about it, I am haunted by dreams. Many years later, I came back from the mountain and sent it to show my deep concern for the mountain. I look forward to embracing it with a long heart. On this long road, I walked slowly, watched quietly and walked into its dream.

About an hour later, the car drove into a narrow valley. In the middle of this line, I saw an open valley not far from the valley. Several houses and tiles appeared, surrounded by walls, chimneys smoking and old trees and green hills. We arrived at our destination.

At the station, the two masters parked the car and we started to work. The two warehouses on the animal husbandry point are obsolete, and the field department intends to dismantle them. Lao Li is an expert in agriculture and infrastructure construction. His field commander and Master Xu are busy on the ground. Gao Xiao and I climbed onto the roof and began to tear down the purlins of the house. Suddenly, a big black dog barked at us. At this time, a middle-aged man in his fifties walked out of the farmhouse not far away. He hurriedly shouted, came and took the big black dog away and tied it to a chain in the distance. Looking up, we are all familiar. Several people met, Lao Li explained his purpose, discussed and arranged some things with CSI, and CSI returned to his home. An hour later, the two warehouses have been torn apart by us, leaving only broken walls, filled with the smell of dust. At the moment, CSI is holding a pot of hot tea in one hand and his little grandson in the other. CSI entertained us with tea and helped us with our work. His grandson went to play with the big black dog. Looking at this child, I remember that I was so old when I was a child, and I followed my father like this. My father is my mountain and my father is my big tree. In this quiet mountain, I grew up leisurely, and my father also raised a big black dog, which became my childhood playmate and joy.

Unconsciously, at noon, the house was basically demolished, obviously a little tired. Lao Li looked at us sweating and stopped everyone. Enthusiastic CSI invited us to his house. We washed our faces, dusted ourselves off and walked into CSI's house. The two tile houses where CSI lives are simple, with landscape paintings hanging on the gray walls. In front of the nave of the house, there is a picture of the old birthday girl in Yangliuqing New Year pictures, and there is an old desk and chair below. At that time, color TV has benefited farmers. CSI put the TV on the kitchen cabinet on the right side of nave, which is the only window to see the outside world in this remote place. There are some clean windows in the room. There is a three-person sofa coffee table under the windowsill, and other household appliances are neatly placed in the corner of the room. The tea on the table of the Eight Immortals of the heatable adobe sleeping platform is steaming.

Csi's woman came out of the kitchen, she greeted us, settled CSI to accompany us for tea, and everyone sat down, talking and laughing. Csi took out two bottles of dry wine from the cupboard, just a few people who are good at this pair, touching each other's glasses. Not long after, the woman of CSI served a table of mutton with a strong onion flavor. Csi modestly invited us to eat and drink well. Lao Li thanked him, and Master Xu was busy pouring wine for CSI. Master Lao Xu Li and CSI are old friends for many years. Everyone is very welcome and enjoys this delicious meal happily. Today, I am sincerely moved by the generous hospitality of the Lao He family. Although the work at noon today made me very tired, I felt very happy.

Lunch break at CSI's house at noon. Gao Xiao took a nap in the corner of the heatable adobe sleeping platform. Lao Li, Lao He and Master Xu chat with each other and talk about trivial things in life. I didn't join in the fun. At this time, I walked out of the house of CSI.

The sunshine is warm and harmonious, white clouds are floating in the western sky, and sometimes a breeze blows. It seems to rain in the afternoon.

I walked along the path of this animal husbandry point and looked around. This is an east-west river valley. The source of the river bed rises and falls in the mountains in the west, and then extends to the east for dozens of kilometers, passing through other places. I clearly remember that if I walked a few miles south through the valley, I climbed to the top of the highest mountain and looked around, and the surrounding fields were unobstructed. Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see the battlefield headquarters 30 miles away, where the sky is high and the clouds are light and the smoke is rolling. The nearby ravines are set off by greenery, and a small mountain village is faintly located among the mountains.

Mountain country, secluded and lonely, desolate and elegant, broad and heavy, uncontested and nameless, chickens and dogs smoke and lock mulberries. Animal husbandry is located at the foot of the northern slope of the mountain, and Shahegou, which runs along the mountain in the south, runs through the east and west; The relatively open platform in the north forms a small and gentle slope, and the middle position of the flat land within one kilometer of the platform Fiona Fang is just right. Four rectangular sheep houses were built side by side along the mountain, and two rows of blue brick houses were built in front of the sheep houses. To the west of the tile house is the home of Lao He, and to the east is the dormitory for long-term grazing and herding. These houses with blue bricks, gray tiles and moss traces were built in the fifties and sixties, which is obviously very old. In the open space in front of the residence of the Lao He family and herdsmen, two rows of stone troughs made of mixed soil are filled with grazing sheep and drinking water. The stone trough was littered with unwashed feed particles, which attracted a group of sparrows, magpies and some native chickens to compete for food. There is a natural mountain spring in front of the stone trough, and a stone platform is surrounded by a hexagonal iron ring as the wellhead. An oval cement stone pier was poured at the wellhead, and the windlass on the pier was neatly wrapped with coils of well ropes. The well water of this old well is clear, sweet and cool, and it is also the drinking water for raising Mu Zhi people here. It is said that there used to be three natural and clear mountain springs flowing naturally here, so this place name named Sanyanjing probably came from this place. As for the other two mountain springs, they are scattered in the Shagou River below this Sichuan Road, which has been eroded by the years and continues all year round.

There are several shepherds on the farm, each with his own family, who insist on grazing all the year round. They choose to graze in nearby Shan Ye during the day and return to their homes at night. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and live comfortably. Today, several herders went out to graze early, and only Mr. and Mrs. Lao He were at home. They are responsible for guarding everything in this livestock farm.

I walked on this land, and the scene before me was familiar with the grass and trees here, and the mountains and rivers remained the same; Strangely, after such a long separation, there is no early impression here. Our marketing department thinks that the grassy hills here are particularly important. The operation is orderly, and the materials are not always available. If the houses are old, they will be renovated. The mountains and rivers here are vast and the water plants are rich, so it is easy to raise livestock. All the sheep raised are fat and healthy, which have multiplied in succession, increased economic income and promoted the prosperity and development of field animal husbandry. The shepherds who live here have been herding in turn all the year round.

I am wandering in this country with lingering thoughts. The mountain is kind, the human feelings are simple, and the scene in front of us touches the scenery and melts the feelings. "The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name; The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. " This is the ancient people's admiration for the beauty of China! The place under my feet is fertile long grass and mountains, and the blue sky and magnificent mountains are under my feet. This land full of strong local flavor and sheep dung and eggs is inaccessible and inaccessible, but it is the place where my dream haunts. Mountains are the foundation of the country and the backbone of the spirit. The green grass duckweed, the sheep baa, the eaves drip, and the shepherd returns to the song. It continues the life footprint of a generation and is full of my concern for many years.

I lived here in my early years, and my kindness and attachment to this land is a dream I can't forget for many years. From the day I have a hazy memory, everything here has been deeply branded, and I will remember it from now on. In the following days, it gradually contributed to the most intense chorus in my heart and the past time, which became the sustenance of my dream-seeking life. Later, I put labels everywhere I went, fearing that one day I would be forgotten.

My heart is entangled in the past. This quiet mountain city is quiet and unremarkable, but it used to be my home. My father is a farm worker in the field. In the 1970s, he came to this remote place and waited for several years. At that time, I followed my father wherever he went. As far as I can remember, my father had a shelf car. Every time I go back and forth to the farm and animal husbandry point, my father will get on the donkey cart and take me with him. How many people ran back and forth on this mountain road until he left.

On the east side of the animal husbandry point, next to several herdsmen, there is a small courtyard covered with three adobe houses. This yard, where my parents lived in their early years, has been abandoned. At that time, my mother and my father lived here. I can always see my mother's busy figure in the morning and evening, or doing housework in the yard, cutting grass in the pasture, or standing by the wooden fence, watching us go away and waiting for us to return. The small courtyard has been ruined, and the traces of leaking tiles, broken cobwebs, mud skin falling off the walls, and traces scattered all over the floor after being washed by rain have lost their former appearance. The yard is full of weeds and littered with dead branches. In front of the gate of the yard, there is a small room where my father used to work while the iron is hot. The doors and windows of the small room have long since disappeared. Scattered clods are piled under the corner, and the vague traces on the mottled earth wall can also be seen that my father is striking the iron to make a fire. Seeing this depressing scene, I was faintly sad! How many dreams I had in this small courtyard! But now it has been abandoned by the passage of time. Only this broken mark can prove that everything seems so far away, drifting away from me.

I looked up, and the old tree in front of the door was still there. Under the shade, the trunk looks tall and thick, the leaves of poplar are wide and rich, standing tall and straight, and there are old crows nesting in the tree. The branches of the old willow are as weak as silk, swaying gently under the touch of the breeze; When Yu Qian was mature, I climbed the elm tree, took off a bag full of Yu Qian, and then tasted it bit by bit. Yu Qian's pure and sweet taste in my mouth filled my hungry appetite and became the condiment of my childhood. That old apricot tree, now as big as my arm, is still flourishing. When I was a child, this was the only scenery in front of my house. Apricots are ripe, and sweet and sour apricot meat has become my most delicious fruit. That Elaeagnus angustifolia tree can smell its floating fragrance and fragrant houses every flowering season.

Crossing the east side of the yard, we climbed a ridge of earth, and in front of us was an open field, which was a pasture supply place for squatters. Oats, millet and tartary buckwheat are planted on two hectares of land in Fiona Fang, which are all crops planted by Christian Solidarity International. When his father was squatting in his early years, he cultivated and planted himself. His father fed three old black cows, and his father put the plow on a pair of old cows to plow the field. After a few noon, this piece of Shan Ye was tidied up. His father planted alfalfa, sainfoin, pasture, peas and other crops on this cultivated land as reserve feed for livestock in winter. My father deliberately left two or three acres of cultivated land to grow potatoes and various vegetables. Every autumn and winter, we have reserves to supplement our families.

Countless sunny days, my parents are busy farming, and I am alone, or wandering on the terrace in front of the door, strolling among the cultivated land filled with grass fragrance; Or squatting in front of mom and dad's field of vision, basking in the warm sun and watching mom and dad work in the farmland. My mother bent over the pasture to harvest grass. Father gathered the grass, tied it into bundles, put it on the donkey cart and pulled it back to the pasture one by one. When the grass grows, red, yellow, purple and all kinds of flowers fill the whole hill; I swam on the grass, and the green grass disappeared into my body. Bees are flying and picking flowers on the grass: butterflies are flying and hovering between flowers and plants; More interestingly, I always find rabbits in the pasture, and then chase them desperately; This scene has been with me all my childhood. Now that I am standing here, those distant years that have passed away have become the richest scenery and the richest treasure in my inner world.

Walking on this platform feels particularly comfortable, and many childhood photos are always so deeply left in my memory. Time has changed a person's life, and it will also change the road of life. I have had too many extravagant hopes and dreams in this mountain and river that I dream of. Too many times, I edited frame by frame, and the screen of time was splashed with ink and flowing colors.

In this Sichuan road, a dirt road leads to the world outside the mountain. Two kilometers away, in the ravine in the southeast of the pasture, I walked through the Shagou River in the south of the pasture and climbed several ridges. There is a village covered by mountains, and there are forty or fifty families living in the valley. That is the most lively and lively village near this animal husbandry point in my memory. The village is surrounded by mountains, with dry riverbeds on both sides, surrounded by green trees, blue bricks and tiles, and high-rise buildings. The environment in the manor is hygienic, and the smoke in the village is curled up and the figure is blurred. The people in the ravine live a harmonious, natural, calm and peaceful life, and live in harmony with the world. When I was young, my father went to the village to do business and buy some daily necessities every ten and a half months, and always took me for a walk in the village. There is a primary school in the village, where I started to go to school. I vaguely remember studying in that primary school. An ignorant child learned several Chinese characters, "Up, Down, Population, Rock and Soil, Sun and Moon, Fire and Water ……". I remember I studied in that primary school for two years, and then my family moved away.

On Sichuan Road, there are three or five pedestrians, some on foot, some driving livestock, and some riding bicycles. They are travelers and returnees. People who travel far away go out of the mountains and go shopping in the world outside the mountains to earn money to support their families. Those who returned brought back information and gains from the mountains. Lao He often rides a moped at the animal husbandry point and goes outside the mountain. He comes back full of things needed at home. This situation is just like my old father's. Every time he enters the mountain, the old donkey cart is the best means of transportation. The only difference is that the era of Csi was quickly changed by my father's era; Just like our time, it has developed rapidly by the CSI era; Lao He's son has a light pickup truck to and from the mountains, and the rhythm is the pace of the times; Just like people nowadays, everyone uses mobile phones to communicate, which is convenient and fast, and the information is smooth. These are unmatched by father and CSI at that time. Perhaps this is the change of the times, the difference between mountains and mountains.

The world doesn't need to be too small to be easily blocked; The world doesn't need to be too big, too big to be confused; The times are advancing. With development, life will give us what we have, and it will also give us more space, a wider world and a broader road to life. When I was a child, I lived in this mountain, guarding this countryside and guarding the tranquility and loneliness here. I have no companions and nothing to play with. What I have is this quiet mountain village. Besides the mountains and the countryside, besides the bleating of sheep who leave early and come back late, besides the rows of old houses, there are also several old trees. At present, it is the blue sky and the freedom in the mountains. I remember my father cut the old iron drum in half and used it as a trough to feed the livestock. Whenever I am bored, I often clean half of the iron bucket slot, then lie on my back and sway in the sun. That's the cradle of my dreams, shaking and shaking, and I fell asleep. In my dream country, I am just a flying pigeon, flying over the mountains and flying in Shan Lan. Later, I left this land to weave my life in the world outside the mountain. In my opinion, this is a dream come true, and this is the bearing and yearning lifestyle of the years themselves. This village is full of tranquility and harmony, nurtured by nature and mountains and rivers, waiting for hardworking and simple people forever, and being rich in the mountains.

In the years most missed by a generation, one thing is the most precious. There are people on the other side of the mountain, and they can see the mountains and mulberry trees, which is the place to live; There is one thing worth cherishing most, the road I walked, the river I crossed, and the feelings I can't erase. What I love has my value. In this simple mountain city, my growth has contributed to my dream-seeking and my life path, and I have also entered the course of life from here. I love life. It leads to a longer and farther vastness, connecting mountains and leading to distant places.

Looking at this mountain and river, I have a strong contrast in my heart. Life is not just a process, life always needs to be cultivated, and my years are still trudging on the road. The memory of the past is an altar of old wine, Lao He's old white dry wine, strong and spicy, fragrant and lingering, which made me intoxicated. Facing this land, I sincerely confide that I hope it will be better in the past and more prosperous in the future.

In the afternoon, a breeze blew in the fine weather, and clouds floated in the western sky, and the sky gradually became gloomy. After shopping for a long time, I hurried back to my work place. Lao Li, Master Xu, and Lao He finished the final work together. Everyone packed up the messy things and loaded them into the car. We shook hands with CSI to say goodbye and returned to the stadium.

The car bumped on the mountain road, and CSI waved to us with his little grandson in his arms. That small mountain village, that green mountain, gradually moved away from people's bodies and was left behind. Finally, it was distant and vague.

Yesterday has passed, today will end, but life goes on; The mountain is still the same. The man who guards the mountain has his inheritance. I won't stay any longer. I have been away for many years. I have my career and my home outside the mountain. I'm gone, but my heart is still guarding this country. This is a lingering deep concern. There is a song that can best express my wish: Long road, walk slowly! Standing at the intersection of departure, why ask how long we can walk together? You can see the scenery all the way as long as your fingers are clasped.

The most unforgettable thing in life is the road of youth, the warmest is childhood, and the most sonorous is eventful youth. I spent the warmest years in this mountain village. The trajectory of life is a process of constant pursuit and dream pursuit. In the days to come, I will drag it and extend it with my long-cherished wish. Wherever I go, I will never abandon it or forget it.

When I was a child, I often sat on this quiet hill and imagined the world outside the mountain; Now I have moved to a bustling city, but I yearn for Shan Lan in the mountains. I have a luxury, longing for mountains and rivers, returning to nature, gathering my mood and love for mountains with an inherent natural harmony, and then releasing it and returning to traction.

On the way home, the light rain dripped and fluttered, and my cheeks were wet. I'd rather have a downpour, leaving my affection behind and my heart behind.

In the evening, I went home and had a long talk with my father and told him what happened today. Father said: The road I traveled was a wandering time, fleeing from the desert and my hometown. It was a difficult period of three years. At that time, it was difficult at home and there was no fixed place to live. In the 1970s, I went to Sanyanjing and lived there for several years. In my mind, that place is very big.

One side raised the other side and once lived there. There is home, and where there is home, there is homesickness. Wherever you go, your life is full of dreams.

Beyond the mountain, where there are people, where there are people, there are dreams. Where there is a dream, there is flying. My heart took off in the mountains and wandered in my life from now on. To this day, I still miss this place.

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